Flare
I know that my mom wants me to be happy. I know she is only doing what she is doing because she thinks she is doing what’s best for me. I just wish she would realize that I can make my own decisions. If only she was this involved in my previous life.
Since Damian marked me already, my parents want the ceremony to take place fairly quickly and a week later, I am standing on the porch watching delivery trucks arrive. My mom took her time to get over the fact that we didn’t want Simon there, and I breathe a sigh of relief to watch her ordering people around.
I feel Damian’s arms circle around me and I lean into his touch. He has been spending each night beside me and sneaks out in the morning before anyone else is awake. It’s becoming tougher and tougher to resist the incredible pull
